"Come on!" I turned my head and smiled an angelic smile to those lost lambs. We had nowhere to go to, but it was worth it to taste the sweet fresh air of freedom.

"YOU KIDS ARE GOING TO GET IT FROM ME!" we slowly tuned 180 degrees, only to see a middle-aged man in pick pajamas barking at us as if her were a wolf, going to gobble us up. All of us lifted of legs and ran rapidly in all different directions.

After awhile, we realized we had really escaped this time. Epic music played. Manly tears shed. Doves flying everywhere; it shitted on someone's head, couldn't see who though.

This life, we shall treasure it…

A few years later, we saw each other's faces in the dim light on the streets again. Bob had grown an enormous moustache, one that Godzilla would have. That's right, the times we spent shall never be forgotten. Epic music played. Manly tears shed. Doves flying everywhere; it shitted on someone's head, couldn't see who though.

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